By this time Brendier and the older gentleman's carriage had arrived at their destination, a stately manner of Eleanor's friend. The man disembarked first, then turned back and on gentlemanly instinct helped Brendier out. Brendier had aged a little more, now approximately 24. He had grown in height as well, now about five and a half feet tall, a few inches shorter than his companion.
"Thank you, Charles," Brendier said with a courteous smile. He offered the older man his arm, for some reason, and Charles surprisingly took it, the pair heading to the entrance of the manor together.
"Excuse me, and who are you?" the doorman asked, looking over the pair skeptically.
Brendier was shocked by the man's nerve. "Briendiere and Charles Bhamore. We are friends of Lady Eleanor," he explained. Charles noticed that Briendiere had mistakenly introduced them under the same last name, but decided it untactful to point that out.
The doorman bumbled in surprise, then opened the door for the pair. Briendiere smiled, opening a lace fan that matched his gloves and was not in his hand before reprimanding the doorman.
